Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.